歌曲 | Mr. Pitiful |
歌手 | Big Daddy Kane |
专辑 | Taste Of Chocolate |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Mmm.. mmm, yeah | |
Oh i like this | |
I wanna tell this story | |
A little story about umm.. | |
.. a brother who you would think has everything goin for himself | |
But apparently for some reason he just ain't happenin | |
I call this brother mr. pitiful | |
I wanna tell you somethin about him, check it out | |
The story begins in 1984 | |
When i met the bizmarkie out in front of the store | |
He used to tell me all the time, "yo your lyrics is hype | |
We got to get together and make a record of some type" | |
I said, "man, the hype behind run-d.m.c. and cool j | |
What the **** makes you think they're gonna give us a play?" | |
We did a few shows together, freestylin on stage | |
Manhattan and long island, for mike and dave | |
After that, i was convinced we can do it | |
Until my man biz jetted and came out with "make the music.." | |
From right there, i said, "man, this shit is real | |
Look at biz in the new leather and a pair of spot bills" | |
I got to give it to you dukes, i was wrong | |
Well you out there now, so put my black ass on | |
And sure enough, huh, in about a year's time | |
I was r-a-w, goin for mine | |
Droppin jams that slammed on every radio program | |
And bam, god damn, look where i am | |
The first album, _long live the kane_, it sold | |
About umm.. aww fukkit it went gold | |
The money was comin in, yes i had done em in | |
It wasn't quite hard for me to find a woman then | |
Cause i was in demand for lots of fans | |
A sexy chocolate guy in the public eye | |
I bought myself a condo out in queens | |
A plush white volvo and drove off the scene | |
But i remained the same since i moved out | |
For instance - drinkin olde e and guinness stout | |
And also, hangin out with the troops | |
Most of all, takin care of ma dukes | |
Then all of a sudden things started to change | |
And many old friends started actin strange | |
Behind my back, sayin i'm soft and a sucker | |
Some even said, "yo let's rob the mother****er" | |
And family members askin for my papers | |
But biz set them straight, by makin "the vapors" | |
Girls cryin pregnant, to get some of my green | |
I'm like, "what the **** is this? billie jean?" | |
People harassin me, steadily askin me | |
Dis or dat, some even had the audacity | |
To say that i only liked light-skinned women | |
Tchk, huh, are you kiddin? | |
Cause i love everyone | |
And i never act prejudiced to none | |
But for some reason people make my lifestyle so critical | |
That's why they call me mr. pitiful | |
A few people know what i'm sayin | |
Hmm, to the little daddy shane, you know what i mean | |
And to my man cool v, you know what i mean | |
To t.j. swan, you know what i mean | |
And to scoob and scrap, you know what i mean | |
To rob base and e.z. rock, you know what i mean | |
The magnum force, you know what i mean | |
And to the playboys, you know what i mean | |
To shemp shawn, you know what i mean | |
And the f.m.c., you know what i mean | |
Can't forget miv, you know what i mean | |
Godfather d, you know what i mean | |
My man doug e. fresh, you know what i mean | |
And the fifty dollar crew from canada know what i mean | |
But most of all i can't forget my man biz-mar-kie | |
And may i send this to a.j. quest, rest in peace ?? |
Mmm.. mmm, yeah | |
Oh i like this | |
I wanna tell this story | |
A little story about umm.. | |
.. a brother who you would think has everything goin for himself | |
But apparently for some reason he just ain' t happenin | |
I call this brother mr. pitiful | |
I wanna tell you somethin about him, check it out | |
The story begins in 1984 | |
When i met the bizmarkie out in front of the store | |
He used to tell me all the time, " yo your lyrics is hype | |
We got to get together and make a record of some type" | |
I said, " man, the hype behind rund. m. c. and cool j | |
What the makes you think they' re gonna give us a play?" | |
We did a few shows together, freestylin on stage | |
Manhattan and long island, for mike and dave | |
After that, i was convinced we can do it | |
Until my man biz jetted and came out with " make the music.." | |
From right there, i said, " man, this shit is real | |
Look at biz in the new leather and a pair of spot bills" | |
I got to give it to you dukes, i was wrong | |
Well you out there now, so put my black ass on | |
And sure enough, huh, in about a year' s time | |
I was raw, goin for mine | |
Droppin jams that slammed on every radio program | |
And bam, god damn, look where i am | |
The first album, _long live the kane_, it sold | |
About umm.. aww fukkit it went gold | |
The money was comin in, yes i had done em in | |
It wasn' t quite hard for me to find a woman then | |
Cause i was in demand for lots of fans | |
A sexy chocolate guy in the public eye | |
I bought myself a condo out in queens | |
A plush white volvo and drove off the scene | |
But i remained the same since i moved out | |
For instance drinkin olde e and guinness stout | |
And also, hangin out with the troops | |
Most of all, takin care of ma dukes | |
Then all of a sudden things started to change | |
And many old friends started actin strange | |
Behind my back, sayin i' m soft and a sucker | |
Some even said, " yo let' s rob the mother er" | |
And family members askin for my papers | |
But biz set them straight, by makin " the vapors" | |
Girls cryin pregnant, to get some of my green | |
I' m like, " what the is this? billie jean?" | |
People harassin me, steadily askin me | |
Dis or dat, some even had the audacity | |
To say that i only liked lightskinned women | |
Tchk, huh, are you kiddin? | |
Cause i love everyone | |
And i never act prejudiced to none | |
But for some reason people make my lifestyle so critical | |
That' s why they call me mr. pitiful | |
A few people know what i' m sayin | |
Hmm, to the little daddy shane, you know what i mean | |
And to my man cool v, you know what i mean | |
To t. j. swan, you know what i mean | |
And to scoob and scrap, you know what i mean | |
To rob base and e. z. rock, you know what i mean | |
The magnum force, you know what i mean | |
And to the playboys, you know what i mean | |
To shemp shawn, you know what i mean | |
And the f. m. c., you know what i mean | |
Can' t forget miv, you know what i mean | |
Godfather d, you know what i mean | |
My man doug e. fresh, you know what i mean | |
And the fifty dollar crew from canada know what i mean | |
But most of all i can' t forget my man bizmarkie | |
And may i send this to a. j. quest, rest in peace ?? |
Mmm.. mmm, yeah | |
Oh i like this | |
I wanna tell this story | |
A little story about umm.. | |
.. a brother who you would think has everything goin for himself | |
But apparently for some reason he just ain' t happenin | |
I call this brother mr. pitiful | |
I wanna tell you somethin about him, check it out | |
The story begins in 1984 | |
When i met the bizmarkie out in front of the store | |
He used to tell me all the time, " yo your lyrics is hype | |
We got to get together and make a record of some type" | |
I said, " man, the hype behind rund. m. c. and cool j | |
What the makes you think they' re gonna give us a play?" | |
We did a few shows together, freestylin on stage | |
Manhattan and long island, for mike and dave | |
After that, i was convinced we can do it | |
Until my man biz jetted and came out with " make the music.." | |
From right there, i said, " man, this shit is real | |
Look at biz in the new leather and a pair of spot bills" | |
I got to give it to you dukes, i was wrong | |
Well you out there now, so put my black ass on | |
And sure enough, huh, in about a year' s time | |
I was raw, goin for mine | |
Droppin jams that slammed on every radio program | |
And bam, god damn, look where i am | |
The first album, _long live the kane_, it sold | |
About umm.. aww fukkit it went gold | |
The money was comin in, yes i had done em in | |
It wasn' t quite hard for me to find a woman then | |
Cause i was in demand for lots of fans | |
A sexy chocolate guy in the public eye | |
I bought myself a condo out in queens | |
A plush white volvo and drove off the scene | |
But i remained the same since i moved out | |
For instance drinkin olde e and guinness stout | |
And also, hangin out with the troops | |
Most of all, takin care of ma dukes | |
Then all of a sudden things started to change | |
And many old friends started actin strange | |
Behind my back, sayin i' m soft and a sucker | |
Some even said, " yo let' s rob the mother er" | |
And family members askin for my papers | |
But biz set them straight, by makin " the vapors" | |
Girls cryin pregnant, to get some of my green | |
I' m like, " what the is this? billie jean?" | |
People harassin me, steadily askin me | |
Dis or dat, some even had the audacity | |
To say that i only liked lightskinned women | |
Tchk, huh, are you kiddin? | |
Cause i love everyone | |
And i never act prejudiced to none | |
But for some reason people make my lifestyle so critical | |
That' s why they call me mr. pitiful | |
A few people know what i' m sayin | |
Hmm, to the little daddy shane, you know what i mean | |
And to my man cool v, you know what i mean | |
To t. j. swan, you know what i mean | |
And to scoob and scrap, you know what i mean | |
To rob base and e. z. rock, you know what i mean | |
The magnum force, you know what i mean | |
And to the playboys, you know what i mean | |
To shemp shawn, you know what i mean | |
And the f. m. c., you know what i mean | |
Can' t forget miv, you know what i mean | |
Godfather d, you know what i mean | |
My man doug e. fresh, you know what i mean | |
And the fifty dollar crew from canada know what i mean | |
But most of all i can' t forget my man bizmarkie | |
And may i send this to a. j. quest, rest in peace ?? |